Later

That's it for now, I've posted more in one day than ever before...

Next I'll decide whether I want to include poetry and which ones...

Ahh,

Ok maybe this one I'm not yet done with:

Countless people are dying,

Dying and going away,

Won't u stand for the crying?

Stand up and save the day?

One,2,3,4,5 thousand

Years spent in shoutin in pain

Please, I plead strech out your hand,

Dont let them scream in vain.

It can be sung cos It's really a song, at least to me and yes it is quite sad and sorrowful...but there'll be hope at the end, I love a good tragi-comedy any day.

The tune of the song is quite cool but unfortunately, I can't 'write' the sound...

Too bad.

New Creation (ii)

New Creation (ii)

Beneath the hot, scorching heavens by the frothing bluish-green sea, I began my account :

"Divanthine was an ancient fortress on the outskirts of the empire. It was built on the tallest hill of the frontier, just overlooking the slim, lithan sea. It's now browned-out, decrepit towers had once been the first line of defence against invaders from the north, centuries ago. It had been populated with the best and bravest of the king’s army whose valiant sacrifices had supposedly turned the characteristically white sea shore sand, brownish-red.

Legend has it that at the height of the last campaign, when hundreds of thousands of enemy warriors disembarked on our coast and threatened to overwhelm the region, the heroic acts of our soldiers reversed the tide, repelled the massive incursion and in the process, emblazoned on our shores, it's eerie banner.

The emperor then acquiesced to his counselors' plea and negotiated an expensive peace treaty with the Nards that culminated in our crown prince's marriage to their princess. At the death of King Cacry, our kingdoms merged and our ambitious ruler finally gained the empire he craved. One lucky thing led to another and by the time Emperor Derfen died, the empire was the most powerful in the south" I finished, for the tourists and "poor, old Divanthine was forgotten", I muttered under my breath.

Enough history, I hated the legend but I'd retell it, a thousand times more for 20 gold pieces, each.

I’m not greedy, it’s impossible for any Divanthan to truly be but centuries’ worth of neglect had transformed the glorious city into a cesspit of vicious vice. Our ancestors had been brave soldiers, we were outstanding people whose regular day activities made impenitent criminals contact epilepsy. They just couldn’t…understand.

I don’t have to look in a mirror to know that I look high. My eyes are slanted in a peculiar way. I look like I’m seeing distant visions.

Forever

It's been crazy long since I've done anything here and really, life has been crazy, as always but I'm thrilled to resume and I hope I don't run away after the next few weeks.

So, several legendary events have occurred, countless near-death/madness experiences....new friends, daring escapades....

I'll just try to tell disjointed stories of everything but for now, I'll resort to fiction while I ready the facts.

Should be exhausting...

New Creation (i)

New Creation (i)

I want to forget the past, ignore the present and desert the future.

I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to contemplate problems or research solutions. I don’t want to make plans or analyse alternatives. I’m tired of everything.

I want to laugh, smile, scream and be happy without wondering whether my companions are sincere or my friends will be offended.

I want truth with no doubts, no suspicions, no falsehoods, no enemies, just pure, uninterrupted calm.

I want to leave my mind behind, just for a few minutes. I want to see what I’ve never seen, I want to hear what I’ve never heard , I want to go somewhere that’s never existed.

I want to relinquish control, I want to retire responsibility , rescind my will and roam, free as the wind. I want to soar over unexplored terrain, over undiscovered mountains, over uncharted waters.

I want to go far, far away. I want to be free.

Lisade felt the same way that evening, as he stared into the sea. He didn’t know where to start from, how he could live our dream? It was impossible. How could he escape his mind or traverse the inexistent?

Thousands of miles away, Serathar sat, gazing at the fire. She couldn’t feel the heat, she wasn’t really on her seat yet she felt our sentiment. For you see, She was out of her mind, already and we were going to meet her. We just didn’t know.

If talent, training, intuition and experience make a good writer, I will be a horrible one. But if vision, imagination, addiction and perseverance define a great author, I will be legendary.